My father's composition in the sixth grade

No matter in school or in society, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are nine compositions of my father's sixth grade, for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Father's sixth grade composition 1 Father is a respected primary school teacher, who teaches sixth grade and happens to teach me. In my mind, my father is both a good teacher and a good father. Although my father is a math teacher, while he is teaching math, he will also tell us a lot of truth, telling us not only to get good grades, but also to unite our classmates and keep our promises. My greatest feature is that I always think of others.

Once I went to ask my father a question, and it happened that an uncle came to him to help repair the TV. Dad called me to him and said, "Hui Hui, I'll tell you when I get back. Think for yourself first. " I angrily ran to my room and thought: He is an outsider, why don't you fix his TV first and then tell me this problem? Besides, he won't give you money, huh? When my father came back, I said, "Dad, your father interrupted me and said," I would rather the whole world failed me than the whole world failed me. " Father explained. Although I am angry, I can see my father's consideration for others everywhere. I am not only no longer angry, but also proud of having such a good father.

Isn't this spirit of dad worth learning from the general public? By the way, look at my memory, I forgot to tell you what my father looks like. Although my father is not tall, he is really powerful in helping others do their work. My father is thin, with talking eyes and big ears. People say that my father is a good listener and knows everything in the class. And dad's hair, you can obviously see a little white, which is for others to worry about white day and night.

Dad, my daughter tells you from the bottom of my heart, "You are my good father, and I am proud to have such a father."

My father's sixth grade composition Part 2 My father, a gentle and kind father, is so great in my heart. Father has a serious face, but he laughs when he is happy. My father also has a pair of rough big hands. Every time I touch my father's hand, I think of a lyric in the song "Father" sung by Liu Hegang: Touching your hand, I feel hard. You can't help crying. Dad likes to wear white shirts and suits, but occasionally he wears other types of clothes. Dad also likes reading. He likes writing poems and articles. Once, I heard my father say that I was the most important person in his mind, and I was so happy that I couldn't keep my mouth shut! Once, my father took me to grandpa's house to play. When I got home, my leg suddenly hurt like being hit by a stick. When my father found out, he first comforted me and then massaged my legs. Finally, my father carried me home step by step, and I was moved to tears. .........................................................................................................................................................

Whenever I make a mistake, my father won't hit me. Don't scold me, but reason with me seriously. I remember when I was seven years old, a little friend took me to see the new house to be renovated. That's because I'm not sensible, so I left with her. When we got home, we got lost and went around several times to find our way home, but it was already dark. When I got home, I saw my father looking for me from all directions. I heard his voice shouting, and my heart was full of remorse. When my father came back, I saw his angry face and was very scared. Unexpectedly, my father not only didn't hit me, didn't scold me, but also said a lot of reasonable things to me. Dad taught me to go home on time. My good father, I love you!

My father's sixth grade composition 3 I have a serious and humorous father. Dad always makes us laugh when he is humorous, but when he is serious, we are speechless.

I remember it was a sunny morning. I do my homework at home. Suddenly, a profit and loss problem blocked my way. I'll ask dad right away. Suddenly my father flew into a rage and said, "It's not that simple, pig brain!" " I want to go. "I pursed my lips and left. A minute has passed ... two minutes ... I still can't. I went to ask dad again. Dad said, "I'll tell you this time." Remember it for me. It may not be the next time. "Dad finished the problem for me with anger. I gasped and went back to my room.

What about my father? How domineering!

Father's sixth grade composition article 4 "Get up and play badminton, get up!" Since last summer vacation, my father "took the initiative": wake me up at 6: 00 10 every morning to play badminton, screaming and applying mosquito repellent toilet water on my feet. Because, I always use the excuse that I don't want to go because I'm afraid of insect bites and itching, and let him "block" my mouth in advance. "Good luck!"

Before I wake up every day, I am dragged up by him in a daze, staggered, "planted" with my eyes closed, picked up by him, put a cold wet towel on my face, and said "Wake up". Isn't it amazing? I complained, "I didn't sleep well last night. I'm exhausted!" " "But he seems normal. He didn't take me seriously. He picked up the ball and volleyball and grabbed the door. I pulled a long face and had to follow.

Start playing ball. The stadium is on the concrete aisle of the downstairs community. Dad is alive and kicking. But I'm still listless My eyes, nose, legs ... scratch and scratch, and my serve and catch are not in place. It's like throwing cold water on my father, so I was criticized by him as "passive resistance!" "

This is really "the dumb eats the coptis root-you can't tell the pain." Can't blame me at all, it's really lack of sleep-in a daze! How can we play to a normal level? Every time I wake up slowly in his "blowing my beard and glaring". I didn't get into shape until the end. But every time I play ball for only 30 minutes, at one o'clock, he urges me to go home and watch Lecture Room, and he rushes to the vegetable market to buy food. Hey! How unfair! How unfair!

What's more, I hit the ball to the porter twice this summer vacation, which is really disappointing! After playing for less than ten minutes, I went home despondently, making my father's face grow "bitter gourd". I dare not say a word, lest he scold me like a barrage. "Bad luck! I'm unlucky to meet such a fierce father! And that disappointing ball! " I sighed.

Strange to say, it's half done. My badminton skills have improved year by year. I'm not bragging. I have never met my opponent in class. Dad listened, but he "blew his own horn" and said, "How's it going? My set is called' practice in winter and practice in summer', and your progress has my credit! " Listen to this! Listen to this! My cruel father is still "complacent" and shows no sign of "turning over a new leaf". I gave him a merciless answer: "I'm impressed!" " "-"cruelty "in the best!

My dad's sixth grade composition 5 Some people admire doctors who are skillful in rejuvenation, some people admire knowledgeable scientists, some people admire dignified and upright policemen, and the person I admire most is my dad.

Why do I worship my father so much? Because dad has many advantages!

Dad is very hardworking. He always works in obscurity at home and does everything so well. Let's just cook. Dad's cooking is delicious even without so much oil, which makes my mother and I have a big appetite and drool. Dad's cooking really makes my mother fall behind, so it's better to sigh.

Dad is very happy. He always whistles at work. My mother can't play with my father. But the high-pitched mother couldn't play well, so she sang instead. I sang while washing my socks. At this time, our family was infected by "Happy Elves" and became a music group.

Dad is also very humorous. Once I learned the English word "run", but I can't remember it. Dad taught me to say, "Isn't running just running?" If you think like this, your legs will get weak when you run. "With this interesting symbol, I will never forget this word.

Dad is conscientious and responsible in his work, like a diligent and practical ox. He has won numerous awards and honorary certificates, which really makes me envy!

My father is also very tolerant and loves my mother and me very much ... I think my father has many advantages, so everyone always praises him. I want to be like my father when I grow up!

Do you think my father deserves my admiration?

My father is thirty-seven, and many wrinkles climb on his handsome young face. He is tall and dark, with big eyes under thick black eyebrows. His father's mouth is so big that sometimes he doesn't even know that there are rice grains exposed when eating.

My father likes to sleep late. One day, it was raining outside and Lei Gong was snoring. Look, my father overslept again! His snoring is louder than thunder. I looked at my watch, ah! It's already 9 o'clock. I have to wake my father. "dad! Dad! Get up! " I shouted. But dad is still indifferent. So, I held his nose, and only heard a "beep". Dad wiped his nose, turned over and went to sleep again. Alas, dad is so addicted to sleep that he seems to have come up with a unique trick. I opened my father's quilt, took out the feathers I had already prepared, and scratched my father's feet. Dad stepped on me, finally succumbed to my "criminal law" and barely got up with clothes on. Alas, my father is a real slacker!

My father is still a computer geek, playing computer games without even eating. Look, he is playing computer again! "Dangdang ..." It's 12 o'clock, but dad's eyes are still locked on the computer screen, and nothing happened. I still go to "invite" my father to dinner as usual. "Dad, eat!" "When I'm finished, I'll come out for dinner." After a while, dad was still staring at the computer. So, I raised my voice and shouted, "Dad, come and eat!" " ""at once, at once! "Dad won't say." Oh! Always say it right away, I feel more like an ox! Hurry up! "I urged my father," the food is not delicious when it is cold. "Dad is still motionless, staring straight at the computer, as if afraid that the computer will grow wings and fly. Alas! My mother and I really had no choice but to work with Qi Xin, drag my dad to the table and force him to eat before letting him go. Alas! My father is crazy about playing computer.

Do you know why my father likes sleeping in and playing computer games so much? Let me tell you something! Actually, my father runs a small company. He often has to look up information or advertise on the computer. He is too busy to go to bed late at night and can't get up in the morning.

As a father, I still have many things! If you want to know more details, come to my house for tea and chat!

My dad is my dad. My father is neither tall nor short. His eyes narrowed when he laughed, but he was domineering when he was serious. Dad has been working very hard. When he was mentioned, everyone said that he was helpful and a competent father.

Dad never uses violence to solve problems! Even if I made a mistake, my father never hit me, but taught me kindly! So, in my memory, I have never been beaten by my father. So I am very happy every day, and I feel that even boring study has become a lot easier and happier!

Dad is still a generous person. I remember one afternoon, the students were having a self-study class, and the school was almost over. It's cloudy and raining, and everyone is whispering about how to go home when it rains. At this moment, a nonstandard Mandarin sentence came, "Son, it's going to rain, I'll pick you up." I looked up and saw my father standing at the door of the class and smiling at me. Because my father sent me an umbrella in time, I was very happy and even a little proud. At this time, I heard students whispering to each other, as if mocking and satirizing me. Judging from his father's appearance, it may be because he didn't come to wash and rest after a long journey for several days. My happiness and pride were instantly replaced by shame. I stood up and took the umbrella, and asked my father to go back first. My father didn't say anything, but it rained cats and dogs. Looking at my father's distant back in the rain, my eyes filled with tears. As soon as I got home, my father gave me an umbrella in case I got wet. When I came home from school, I wanted to say sorry to my father, but I couldn't open my mouth, but my father smiled casually and asked me to eat.

That's how my father cares about me. I love your father.

My father is of medium height, slightly fat, with a neat flat head, thick black eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes, a high nose and a smooth tongue, which has taught me a lot of knowledge.

Dad is very strict with me. I remember when I first learned to write a composition, I wanted to write about a familiar person and my good mother. Dad asked me to describe my mother's appearance first, then show how her mother cares about me through some things, and finally make a summary; I wrote it to my father first. My father said it was not appropriate to describe my mother's appearance, and the specific examples were not clearly written. The ending has not been written yet. He asked me to rewrite it. I wrote it four times in a row, but my father said it was ok, or he revised some places with me and asked me to copy it in the composition book.

My father not only cares about me in my studies, but also takes care of me in my life.

One night this summer, my father and I played football together. When we were resting, I asked my father if he had any water to drink. Dad looked around, there was no shop at all, and he ran out of the stadium without saying anything. After a while, he sweated back two bottles of mineral water; It turned out that he had to go to a store two miles away to buy water. I thought my father must be very tired, so I said to him, "You have worked too hard. Let me run errands in the future! " Dad said, "As long as you are obedient, it doesn't matter if dad is tired again." "I will definitely do it!" We both laughed happily.

This is my good father who is strict with me and cares about me. I want to say to him: "thank you for your concern!" " "

The ninth composition of my father's sixth grade composition is my sunflower collection!

On this day's Chinese class, it's time to hand out test papers again. The classroom is full of suffocating air. Teacher Wang walked into the classroom with a straight face and said, "The highest score this time is not in our class, but the most bizarre score is in our class." I gloated and thought, "Oh, I don't know which champion failed this time!" " But I regretted it as soon as I came out, because the next second I found that the teacher's eyes were on me. The teacher said unhurriedly, "When I was checking your composition, I found that only two points were deducted from one composition." The teacher showed us the test paper, and I was ashamed. "I thought I could find a test paper that could beat Class 5, but the fact gave me a slap in the face." The teacher flipped the test paper slowly. Finally, in the laughter of the whole class, I broke the highest record of blushing and knew what was more embarrassing than getting into the ground.

I like composition, but I don't like the basic questions on the test paper. This achilles heel is the only explanation that my Chinese score only occupies the middle line level.

Ha, why do you like composition so much? This goes back to my childhood!

I had an indissoluble bond when I was still running around in my nose and wearing underwear. I have to pester my mother to tell ten or eight stories every day to feel at ease. It's even worse after literacy. Everyone regards the library as a master. So my father inspired me: "Bing Bing, don't you love books very much? Do you want to be like you? " "Of course, I don't want to see Xiao Pang's eyes that want to see a freak again." Dad nodded with satisfaction. "Then write a composition and let others like it as much as you do."

From then on, dad created a masterpiece that hit the teacher's heart. Since then, I have been out of control and spent all my energy on composition. Mom said, I saw good words and sentences, just like a rag collector saw rags; I see the composition, just as the wolf sees Pleasant Goat.